The vast majority of them weren’t showing any signs of going zombie, that much Abram had kind of ascertained on his own. Hearing the medic confirm it though, that was downright fantastic. Probably still meant they would all spent more time than they wanted in this place, but at least they’d all be coming out breathing on the other side of this little adventure.
“Is anyone showing signs?” Abram asks curiously, feet still up on the table. “And for the record I might be crafty, but these are mine.” He shifts his feet as if to emphasis his point.
Now he’s cocking an eyebrow and studying her. “None at all?” It probably came with the territory and the people he spent time with, but it was a rare day when Abram met someone who didn’t have a single broken bone to speak of. “They’ve been lifesavers, literally.” He gave her the brightest of smiles at her remark about having a cowboy as a friend now. It could always be said he made friends easily and it seemed that Cassidy was no exception. “You’d be surprise what sort of stuff people go believing,” he paused. “And you have an honest face, so I bet people believe you a lot more than you think they do.”